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Slice… What an unoriginal trap.

The wall pulled open and revealed several steps leading into the darkness.

Meng Fuyao remained fearless as she followed the steps up, but she had only gone up several steps when the first thing that entered her line of vision was a white screen with plum blossom embroidery.

Behind the screen, under the dim light of the lantern, she saw the silhouette of a man in white robes, both hands tied high above him. His robes were disheveled and stained with blood, and the rope that bound his hands tightly together had cut into the flesh. Tatters of his robe were dangling, and there were wounds all over his body.

That person seemed to be already unconscious, his head lowered. Long, black hair covered his face.

Meng Fuyao froze.

Was that Zong Yue?

That night when she was eavesdropping in the little cave, the other party had mentioned that they wanted to torture Zong Yue and make him confess to the underground forces established in the other countries. Had Xuanyuan Cheng already made his move on Zong Yue?

Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed coldly, anger bubbling and threatening to spill over.

However, she did not rush up immediately—the night had been too smooth, too smooth that it aroused suspicion. Xuanyuan Cheng did not look like the kind of person who would only have these few tricks up his sleeve. Now that he had captured Zong Yue, he wouldn't set only these few defensive measures. Even though the guards and traps were enough to stop a regular martial master, against a special master like her, it no longer had any restrictive ability. Zong Yue had traveled far, and his connections were countless, how could Xuanyuan Cheng not prepare against the possibility of a top expert coming to rescue him?

She stood there silently, looking at the head of the man swaying slightly in the wind, his hands dangling above him as blood dripped all around him… If this was Zong Yue, the trap might be from that point to him.

There were less than ten steps between them, and the ground was smooth, without any crevices. The screen itself looked simple, and it was translucent, eradicating any possibility of a trap installed within it.

Precisely because of that, Meng Fuyao was nearly convinced that there was ”definitely nothing suspicious”.

Given the fiery and bloody experience that she had, there was simply no way to believe that there were no traps along this road.

She contemplated for a long time, thinking up countless possibilities and running them through her head. The glow of the moon gradually traveled westward, and fog slowly settled in the room, drifting in the darkness. The man dangling from the top did not move nor react. Meng Fuyao looked at the sky through the window and finally clenched her teeth.

To hell with it! Onwards! Even if there were any traps, why would she be afraid?

She got up and dashed out.

Except that this was the exact moment.

A strange noise suddenly emitted from the opposite direction, and a black dagger suddenly shot out from behind the man, aiming straight for his heart!

The man was tied up and unable to evade as the dagger pierced through his back noiselessly. Blood spurted in all directions as the man's body bucked forcefully as he raised his head in pain.

His black hair covered his face as he clenched his snow-white teeth, the sound of suffocation gurgling from his throat.

In midair, Meng Fuyao was thunderstruck!

She had witnessed the dagger fly out clearly, and she also saw the spurt of fresh blood. Her mind temporarily went blank as though it had been shattered into a thousand pieces by a sledgehammer, and all logic and calmness left her as unadulterated fear and panic took their place.

How could this happen?

What trap had she triggered?

She had just rushed forward and hadn't even touched anything, why would the flying dagger trap suddenly be activated?

Zong Yue!

Meng Fuyao lunged forward.

She sprinted forward through the swirling mist, launching herself in midair and catching the man before his feet could touch the ground. She couldn't think of anything else as she cut the ropes above them and the slightly cold body fell into her arms.

Meng Fuyao hastily cradled his limp body and raised his head to smoothen his messy hair as she called out repeatedly, ”Zong Yue… Zong Yue…”

Her voice was suddenly stuck in her throat.

Thereafter, her body was also stuck.

In her arms, the man in the white robes with his hair and body filled with blood had suddenly sealed all her meridians in one fluid movement!

Following that, he raised his head and ran his fingers through his tousled hair, smiling at Meng Fuyao lightly as he said:

”The concubine of Xuanyuan has arrived late, but I forgive you.”

Meng Fuyao nearly had a breakdown…

Who the hell would have thought that this Rabbit Lord would hide out here and play dead…